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"Her Imperial Highness, the Grand Duchess Catherina Princess of Oldenburgh.” "His Most Christian Majesty Louis the Eighteenth, King of France and Navarre." "His Catholic Majesty Ferdinand the Seventh, King of Spain."

"The Sovereign Prince of the Netherlands."

"His Serene Highness the Hereditary Prince of Orange."

All of which were announced by a previous flourish of Trumpets, and were received with shouts of applause.

The next toast was given by command of his Royal Highness the Prince Regent, "Our brave heroes by sea and land who have so nobly fought for their country," and was followed by "The Ge"nerals of the Allied Armies and "the Illustrious Foreign Heroes, "who have contributed so much "to the glory of their respec"tive countries." The latter of which produced a torrent of applause, and the Heroes, Barclay de Tolly, Blucher, Platoff, De Yorck, &c. rose and bowed their thanks to the Company. His Royal Highness the Prince Regent also commanded the following Toast to be given, "The

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Right Honourable the Lord Mayor, and thanks to his Lord"ship and the City of London, for their magnificent entertain"ment."

In the course of the evening various Songs and Glees, amongst which, were the National Songs of God save the King," "Rule "Britannia," and "Britons strike Home," and that admirable Glee, "Hail Star of Brunswick," were sung with fine effect from the Orchestras by the Vocal Per formers, who were selected from the most eminent in their profession; and on their singing the Stanza of "Blest Isle with match"less Beauty crowned," in the Song of "Rule Britannia," the appearance of the Ladies in the Galleries, struck as by electricity every heart in the Hall, and, a

burst of acclamation was the consequence, and his Royal Highness the Prince Regent happily seized the opportunity, and proposed as a Toast, "The Lady Mayoress, and "the Ladies in the Hall," which was received with enthusiasm.

About ten o'clock, His Royal Highness the Prince Regent, with the Emperor of Russia, and the King of Prussia rose from the table, and were conducted to the Common Council Chamber by the Lord Mayor as before. His Lordship immediately preceding the Prince Regent with the Sword of State, and his Royal Highness was pleased, when about to take his departure, to address himself to Mr. Recorder as follows: " My reception bas "given me great pleasure; every "thing that has been done merits my entire approbation; indeed I "must command you to express "to the Corporation, the high "gratification I have experienced "this day." About eleven o'clock, the Prince Regent and the other Royal and Illustrious Personages were accompanied by the Lord Mayor to their respective carriages, and returned in state to St. James Palace before twelve o'clock. All the Knights Marshal Men and Attendants, except the Coachmen and Postillions, bearing large flambeaux in their hands, added to the Grandeur of the Procession, and produced a novel and most brilliant effect.

After his Royal Highness the Prince Regent had retired, the

Ladies were admitted from the Galleries into the Hall, provision having been previously made for that purpose, by the erection of a staircase of communication at the West end.

In addition to the entertainment in the Hall, dinners were provided at the New London Tavern for the General of the District, and the Field-officers of the Regiments and Corps on duty, and the Heralds and Officers of arms: other dinners were provided at the Guildhall Coffee house, for the Lord Chancellors and Judges' Suites, and the Officers of the Lord Mayor's Household. The Vocal Performers and the Royal Military Bands procured their own dinners, previous to their attendance in the Hall. Provisions were also made in the various taverns and inns in the neighbourhood, for the Band of Gentlemen Pensioners, the Yeomen of the Guard, and other persons, in attendance upon the Royal Personages, as well as for their horses and car. riages; and the great room in

Cateaton-street, belonging to the late Paul's Head Tavern, was appropriated to the Livery Servants, where they were furnished with every proper refreshment.

The Magnificence and Splendour of the Entertainment on this glorious occasion, having greatly excited the public curiosity to view the decorations and fittings up of the Hall, the numerous applications for that purpose induced your Committee, as far as they consistently could, to comply with their wishes, and therefore directed the plate and ornaments to remain on the various tables, and every convenient facility of ingress and egress through the galleries to be afforded, by which means thousands of Persons (many of whom were of high distinction and great respectability) were gratified with a view of the magnificent decorations, during the three days your Committee were enabled to continue the accommodation without materially ins terrupting public business.

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"Our thoughts as boundless, and our souls as free,

"Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam,

"Survey our empire and behold our home!

"These are our realms, no limits to their sway-
"Our flag the sceptre all who meet obey.
"Ours the wild life in tumult still to range
"From toil to rest, and joy in every change.
"Oh, who can tell? not thou, luxurious slave!
"Whose soul would sicken o'er the heaving wave;
"Not thou, vain lord of wantonness and ease!
"Whom slumber soothes not-pleasure cannot please-
"Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried,
"And danc'd in triumph o'er the waters wide,
"The exulting sense-the pulse's maddening play,
"That thrills the wanderer of that trackless way?
"That for itself can woo the approaching fight,
"And turn what some deem danger to delight;
"That seeks what cravens shun with more than zeal,
"And where the feebler faint-can only feel-
"Feel-to the rising bosom's inmost core,
"Its hope awaken and its spirit soar?

"No dread of death-if with us die our foes-
"Save that it seems even duller than repose:
"Come when it will-we snatch the life of life-
"When lost-what recks it--by disease or strife?
"Let him who crawls enamoured of decay,

Cling to his couch, and sicken years away;
"Heave his thick breath; and shake his palsied head
"Ours-the fresh turf, and not the feverish bed.

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"While gasp by gasp he faulters forth his soul,
"Ours with one pang-one bound-escapes controul.
"His corse may boast it's urn and narrow cave,
"And they who loath'd his life may gild his grave:
"Ours are the tears, though few, sincerely shed,
"When Ocean shrouds and sepulchres our dead.
"For us, even banquets fond regret supply
"In the red cup that crowns our memory;
"And the brief epitaph in danger's day,
"When those who win at length divide the prey,
"And cry, Remembrance saddening o'er each brow,
"How had the brave who fell exulted now!"

ATHENIAN PROSPECT.

FROM THE SAME.

SLOW sinks, more lovely ere his race be run,
Along Morea's hills the setting sun;

Not as in Northern climes obscurely bright,
But one unclouded blaze of living light!

O'er the hush'd deep the yellow beam he throws,
Gilds the green wave, that trembles as it glows.
On old Ægina's rock, and Idra's isle,
The god of gladness sheds his parting smile;
O'er his own regions lingering loves to shine,
Though there his altars are no more divine.
Descending fast the mountain shadows kiss
Thy glorious gulph, unconquer'd Salamis !
Their azure arches through the long expanse
More deeply purpled meet his mellowing glance,
And tenderest tints, along their summits driven,
Mark his gay course and own the hues of heaven;
Till, darkly shaded from the land and deep,
Behind his Delphian cliff he sinks to sleep.

On such an eve, his palest beam he cast,
When-Athens! here thy wisest look'd his last.
How watched thy better sons his farewell ray,
That closed their murder'd sage's latest day!
Not yet not yet-Sol pauses on the hill-
The precious hour of parting lingers still
But sad his light to agonizing eyes,
And dark the mountain's once delightful dyes :
Gloom o'er the lovely land he seem'd to pour,
The land, where Phoebus never frown'd before,
But ere he sunk below Citharon's head,
The cup of woe was quaff'd-the spirit fled;

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The soul of him who scorn'd to fear or fly-
Who liv'd and died, as none can live or die!

But lo from high Hymettus to the plain,
The queen of night asserts her silent reign.
No murky vapour, herald of the storm,
Hides her fair face, nor girds her glowing form;
With cornice glimmering as the moon-beams play,
There the white column greets her grateful ray,
And bright around with quivering beams beset
Her emblem sparkles o'er the minaret :
The groves of olive scattered dark and wide
Where meek Cephisus pours his scanty tide,
The cypress saddening by the sacred mosque,
The gleaming turret of the gay Kiosk,
And, dun and sombre 'amid the holy calm,
Near Theseus' fane yon solitary palm,
All tinged with varied hues arrest the eye-
And dull were his that pass'd them heedless by.

Again the Egean, heard no more afar,
Lulls his chaf'd breast from elemental war;
Again his waves in milder tints unfold

Their long array of sapphire and of gold,

Mixt with the shades of many a distant isle,

That frown-where gentler ocean seems to smile.

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